One day this old place will fall
And no more will it bow to the young
The broken bricks will
crumble
tumble
Children screaming
yelling
crying
At the ruins of our foundation
But the morn of that day will keep all in awe
The sun's round bulb will wake the world
Then sizzle
frizzle
into darkness
Doom will fill the frightened hearts
Until this old place is gone
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